minsung/skz one shots

fwytyk.

Yeah, fuck what you think you know, just be a ghost, or you'll find out what it's like when I'm coming for your throat.
Fuck what you think you know, just let it go, there are answers to your questions that I promise you don't wanna know.

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Minho was dangerous, and Jisung knew that better than anyone. It wasn't just a rumor or a whispered warning passed around in hushed circles. It was a reality Jisung had witnessed firsthand. He had seen Minho almost kill others with his bare hands, the raw, unbridled violence in his eyes and the satisfied smile after he was done leaving no doubt that he was capable of anything. And as a cop, that sense of helplessness was all the more suffocating. Jisung was supposed to uphold the law, to protect, but in the face of Minho's ruthlessness, he was powerless. After everything Minho had done to others he knew he was lucky to have gotten out of those encounters alive. Minho never looked at him, not really, and Jisung wasn't eager to change that. Jisung knew that Minho controlled the entire city from the shadows at the age of twenty five, his influence reaching into every corner, from the lowest criminal to the highest official. There wasn't a deal that went down, a crime committed, or a whisper spoken that Minho didn't know about. He was the unseen hand guiding everything, and it terrified Jisung to think about just how deep that control went. But what unnerved Jisung the most wasn't Minho's power or his ruthlessness. It was that Minho didn't feel superior to others, at least not in the way most powerful men did. He wasn't content to sit back and let others do the dirty work for him. If the situation called for it, Minho would get his own hands dirty, without hesitation or remorse. That kind of willingness to do whatever it took made him unpredictable, a force of nature that Jisung couldn't figure out, let alone stop. So Jisung did the only thing he could; he stayed out of Minho's way, keeping his head down and his distance as much as possible. But in the back of his mind, he knew it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again, and when that happened, he wasn't sure if he'd be lucky enough to escape unscathed a second time.

Jisung finished his shift late in the evening, proud of his work after locking up criminals and dismantling a drug ring. He felt good, fantastic if his mood was anything to go by. But that good feeling vanished the moment he stepped outside. There, leaning casually against a matte black BMW M5, was Lee Minho. Arms crossed over his chest, a satisfied smile forming on his full lips, Minho looked every bit as dangerous as Jisung had always feared. The sight of him sent a rush of anxiety through Jisung, his heart sinking into his stomach as his instincts screamed at him to run. Not that he would have had any chances. He didn't gaslight himself into believing that he had a chance of hiding and not being found. There was no such thing as hiding from someone like Minho; he had eyes and ears everywhere. Despite the fear that coursed through him, Jisung couldn't deny the strange, magnetic pull he felt toward Minho. The man looked effortlessly good, even in something as simple as a black hoodie and wide blue jeans. There was a casual menace to him, a lethal grace that made it impossible to look away. Jisung's breath caught in his throat as Minho's gaze met his, the faint smirk on his lips growing as if he knew exactly the effect he had on him. Jisung was caught between the urge to flee and the inexplicable attraction he felt, every nerve on high alert as he took cautious steps forward. In all his years as a police officer, Jisung had only ever seen Minho from a distance, always observing but never engaging. Not once had he heard Minho speak, and that silence had been terrifying in its own right. But now, standing just a few feet away, everything changed. The moment Minho opened his mouth, the sound of his voice sent a shiver down Jisung's spine, making every hair on his body stand upright. It was a voice that shouldn't have belonged to someone so dangerous; a voice that could only belong to an angel. "Han Jisung", Minho said, his smirk never wavering, the sound of his name rolling off Minho's tongue with a disarming smoothness. Jisung swallowed hard, the world around him shrinking until all that existed was the man in front of him. His hands became sweaty, nerves overtaking him as he tried and failed to find his voice. He could only stare, his mind a whirlwind of fear and inexplicable attraction, unable to muster a single word in response. Minho's gaze never left him, the smirk on his lips growing ever so slightly, as if he could see right through Jisung; into the fear, the confusion, and that forbidden spark of curiosity that Jisung couldn't quite suppress. "You took down a drug ring before I could", Minho continued, pushing himself off the car with an unsettling ease. He began walking towards Jisung, his steps slow, deliberate, and unnervingly smooth. Each movement was precise, like a predator stalking its prey, and Jisung felt his pulse quicken with every inch that closed between them. Jisung couldn't deny it; he had made a real breakthrough in his job. No one his age had ever taken down a drug ring before, at least not at his precinct. It was the kind of success that could define a career, and his colleagues had celebrated him like a hero. But standing here now, in front of Minho, he no longer felt like a hero. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, cornered by a wolf that had been circling him all along. The confidence that had surged through him earlier evaporated, replaced by a sinking dread as Minho closed the distance between them. The realization hit Jisung like a blow. He wasn't facing an ordinary criminal. Minho was something else entirely, something far more dangerous, and Jisung couldn't wrap his mind around it.